When you’re ready, I’ll be here.” “You’re the Queen of Terrasen. You can’t be.” “Says who? We are the masters of our own fates—we decide how to go forward.” She squeezed his hand. “You’re my friend, Dorian.” A flicker of memory, from the haze of darkness and pain and fear. I came back for you. “You both came back,” he said. Her throat bobbed. “You pulled me out of Endovier. I figured I could return the favor.” Dorian looked at the carpet, at all the threads woven together. “What do I do now?” They were gone: the woman he’d loved—and the man he’d hated. He met her stare. No calculation, no
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